We are not ending the school year strong. We are limping toward the last day. After moving from Pennsylvania to Texas last summer, James (our 8 year old with level 3 autism) has had an especially hard time adjusting to the changes. Every day I get a note home that tells me how many times he’s hit himself, hit his desk, screamed super loud, and tried to take off his clothes. There’s not much I can do about it hours after the incidents. And his team is trying all they can, even calling an IEP/ARD the week before school is out so we can get help in place for next year. We’re hoping for a reset this summer (and hopefully a productive visit to a psychologist).
This time of year isn’t easy for most of us.
We’re tired of packing lunches, signing homework notepads, and smiling cheerfully for the bus driver so early in the morning. The back pack has unidentified sticky stuff at the bottom, the uniform shirts are stained from art projects and pizza sauce, and the library books are missing pages.
But we won’t let the month of May beat us.
We do hard things. Even during the last weeks of school. Especially during the last weeks of school.
If I had your number, I’d send you a text each day between now at the last day of school, at just the time of day when you’re not sure you can make it. Heres’s what I’d say …